pilsberydoughgirl

She allowed him to pluck her heartstrings Tentatively, as she was ashamed Of their novelty and youth, Untainted, undisturbed, uncorrupted He wound his fingers like wires Along the glistening strands of indecision Fragile and apprehensive, vague as memory He tinkered with the idea of promise Easiest to snap, to fracture And spread like poison So echoed a faint breath of anticipation Quivering, threatening, But the harmonic continued to ring As an affection lost to a whispering wind Would flutter on stolen wings Like dragonflies Humming a long forgotten tune Of pure bliss The wire lost itself to the gears of evolution And

I stare down at the blank page on my lap, Fiddling with my pen Thoughts running through my head, Ideas stirring in my mind. I start writing, Only to crunch up the paper And throw it accross the room. I drop my pen I give up.